What would you do if you were told your child was sick? Not the twenty four hour bug sick, Not the head cold or virus kind of sick. I mean really sick. Chemotherapy sick! My friend got this message at Christmas, Happy ******* Xmas! Since then we have all been in a spin. We are … More We Are By Your Side.
When my eldest child was twelve years old, we had a busy house with three younger siblings, and two more girls we minded by day. I began to feel my eldest was missing out on time with me. It was impractical to plan for special days out together, as I would probably not follow through. … More “Girls Night”
This morning my son stood before me, towering above me, and just for a moment I saw him as others do. A tall, sallow, boy of eighteen, almost a man, with a mop of brown hair and a huge smile. I rarely see this boy. When I look at him I see a happy, smiling … More I Am Free.
Before we even meet our child we feel protective towards it. These feelings are magnified when we hold our tiny bundle. We are sure in that moment, That nothing or no one, Will ever hurt this child of ours. However life is not as predictable as that. Our child will struggle at times. They will … More It Could Not Happen To My Child
Anyone who read yesterdays blog, will know we had a very sad day. Our dog has gone to chase rabbits, on that farm in the sky. After all the upset and drama, we are now left quiet and a bit empty. My youngest daughter is devastated, my husband marginally upset. But it has got me … More I Do Not Feel Your Grief!
You may see a pothole ridden driveway, as you enter my house. I see a beautifully tarred drive, with summer flowers spilling over onto it. As you knock on the door (with no knocker), you stand on the step. However I stand in a lovely cottage style porch, which looks so pretty and keeps out … More I Live In The House Of My Dreams
I have a very poor reputation in my family for money. My children can never understand, why I am always robbing borrowing, from the stash they keep in their bedrooms. It is not unusual for them to see little notes, saying “IOU €10” left in lieu of money. I will admit that sometimes, it has … More For Richer, For Poorer!
I am back! After a few days away visiting my mum, I have returned to my own family. Sadly within hours I have managed to mess up! In my absence my husband and son had managed well. My husband had made two dinners, beef stroganoff and chicken curry. They had stroganoff day one, they had … More Am I The Worst Mother Ever?
Tomorrow I will pack my two youngest, into the car, and we will drive off to Dublin, to stay with my mum for a few days. Even though I left Dublin, over twenty five years ago, to live 200km away in Cork, with my husband and subsequent children, I still say when I head to … More Going Home!
Modern Ireland has changed greatly, and become multicultural. When I was growing up, the closest I ever got to someone who was black, was when I saw famine in Ethiopia, or watched The Cosby Show. Living in Australia, was my first experience of living and working, with a variety of different nationalities. I loved the … More Children Are Not Politically Correct!
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